Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by AZ. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.